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Note Number:
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1
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Author:
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Arwen
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Date:
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Sat Mar 23, 2002; 20:04:50
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To:
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All
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Subject:
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RE-POST The weirdest thought...
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Written on a crumpled up and discarded page from Arwen's diary, stained
with some sort of drink, and found on the floor of the Silent Blade.
Dear diary, We were at the pub for a drink tonight, and after everyone left it was only Verissa and me remaining. (Well, before that Ecks fellow walked in that is.) She was asking me about the memories I have of home, wherever that is. So we were having this perfectly normal conversation about it, and she mentioned that she grew up in a village with other Elvish folk before her family moved to another place. Then... Then she asked me about my sisters... I told her, of course, that I didn't remember much. But she asked me what they looked like. I closed my eyes and tried to picture my sisters more clearly (although more clearly than a vague dream-like memory is not very clear at all). Well, anyway, I nearly had an image of one of my sisters, against a background of hills and a little village far off... And... -The writing gets shaky- ... And then I opened my eyes... And Verissa was there... And... The image did not change. I mean, the hair was longer, and... and the eyes wiser. But... Ohhhh, it's crazytalk. I can't believe I'm even writing this... |
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